Young Justice One Shots

Nightwing X Reader Part 2

Hello fellow fangirls/fanboys! Okay, I'm soooooooo sorry for not updating sooner, I know I've left you all hanging on a major cliffhanger, and trust me I wanted to update days ago, but thanks to my terrible wifi I didn't have the chance too. So, I hope with this final part of this chapter, you can accept my apology and enjoy the show!

Don't worry reader, you shall not die in this fanfic!

Key: Y/N=Your Name

Your POV:

Previously....

"Nightwing, don't try and find me, please" My eyes begging him to leave me alone and figure out a way to defeat Slade.

Then, he signals to shut off the camera , which the guard complies and drops it on the floor, where it shatters. For good measure, Slade stomps on it multiple times until it's in complete pieces. He knows full well that we have the world's best detective on our side, and doesn't want them tracing the feed to where I'm currently located.

Turning back to me, my smile still remains plastered on my lips, which angers him. Cracking his knuckles, he pulls out his sword again and waves it before my eyes in an intimidating manner.

"Start the clock for 24 hours, I'm going to have a lot of fun wiping that smile clean off your face"

Currently...

Echoing drops of water hitting the already moist pavement, the almost silent single of metallic chains, very distant voices and my own shallow breathing. These are all the tiny sounds my inhumane hearing can pick up, but it's nothing that will aid me in my escape out of this place.

Then there's a shift in the sound of water droplets, there's more of them, and it's a heavier noise, meaning the substance hitting the ground it thicker. Wrenching open my eyes that were sewn shut with tears, I realise where the new noise is coming from...my multiple new open wounds and gashes that Slade has decided to decorate me with. 

Sure, there are a lot of them, ranging from small cuts to large incisions, but it's nothing I can't handle. The only problem with many open injuries, is the fact that the longer I'm in here, the quicker my blood spills and the closer I am to actually dying. Which is something that cannot happen, because I made a promise and I intend to keep it. 

Even if I'm not completely unscathed when I return back to my team, all that matters is getting back alive, which is going to happen one way or another.

The truth is, for the last couple of hours Slade has given me to rest after his little 'torture' session, if you will, I have closed my eyes and identified the guard patterns when they switch shifts. Luckily, it seems like these goons are quite a talkative bunch, so they stop and chat for at least a minute, which means they're distracted, giving me the perfect chance to strike.

The only problem now being getting out of these stupid shackles without causing too much pain. Also, another problem being that I've lost all feeling in my left arm and wrist, which is fantastic and I have no idea how I didn't notice before. 

Oh that's right, Deathstroke broke it...saying that's how he wishes to snap Nightwing's bones in half like twigs. I was his demonstration of how much he really wants to break his wings for good.

The painful event comes rushing back in an aching headache, how much effort I put in to trying not to scream at the top of my lungs but failing in the end. 

Then a genius idea pops into my head...well, more agonising then brilliant actually. 

Slade must be an idiot for snapping my arm, because now that it's broken, I might actually be able to twist it out of the shackles. It's practically impossible and excruciatingly painful, but I'll risk it to return home to my family and teammates.